Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

Deep in the Blood Refining Hall stronghold, the sun is shining. This is an open natural cave. The buildings are built on the cliffs, and there is a dark river flowing below.

A small boat floated on the river, with three people on it.

The old man standing in the front was hunched and thin, with a tumor on his face, extremely ugly, and a bulge of bony flesh under his gray-brown cloth.

The person on the left was wearing a Taoist robe, with long black hair and a little cinnabar on his eyebrows. She was obviously a Taoist nun, but she looked charming.

The other young man was an old acquaintance, the Demon Summoner, Tan Zhuyin.

"I have prepared the identities of the two people who will attend the Hidden Dragon Conference."

The ugly old man took out two pieces of information and said:

"One is the 20th Hidden Dragon, Qu Songyun, and the other is the 25th Hidden Dragon, Zhao Jing. The Blood Refining Hall will find a way to make these two disappear."

"This is their information. I hope you two will read it carefully."

Tan Zhuyin frowned and found that the two were women after reading the information.

"Why are they both women?"

"These two are ranked high, have complex martial arts, and are not disciples of major sects, which makes it easy to hide. Saint, don't worry. I have prepared means for the two."

"When the time comes, you only need to..."

The old man's laughter was sinister.

If these two people are to be replaced, their fate is self-evident.

"There is no need for this."

The cinnabar mole on the Taoist nun's forehead melted away, changing his face, and his voice changed from a rough man to a crisp female voice.

‘Qu Songyun’ looked at the two of them pitifully, trembling:

“Where are you taking me?”

The one with the highest ranking was chosen, and Tan Zhuyin snorted coldly: “You are so coquettish, and you still want to pretend to be a heroine?”

“I can only do my job reluctantly for the Blood God.”

The androgynous Taoist nun of the Yin-Yang Hall returned to her true form and said with a smile:

“Sir, the Holy Son has met the Yunmeng Ancestor God. Could it be that you look down on working for the Blood Refining Ancestor God?”

“I have no choice but to do my duty for the Ancestor God, but I just don’t want to associate with Yin-Yang people.”

Tan Zhuyin looked at the other party’s yin and yang energy surging, but he didn’t dare to take action, and his face was even more playful.

Even without the guidance of the Blood Refining Ancestor God.

He would still go to the Hidden Dragon Conference.

He looked at the old man again:

"Change me to a man's identity."

"But Saint, Zhao Jing has been lured here by our design. You see..."

The boat was docked at this time, and the old man looked embarrassed.

However, before he could speak again, a believer from the Blood Refining Hall came quickly from the corridor:

"Master, Zhao Jing did not come alone. She also brought four helpers to pretend to be the messenger of the Hundred Beasts Hall. We can't resist her!"

"Not alone?"

The voice of the Taoist nun from the Yin-Yang Hall became more rough.

He immediately reacted that this den had been discovered by the Great Yu court and was about to be destroyed.

The hunchbacked old man was startled and asked hurriedly: "Zhao Jing is not liked by his colleagues and is always alone. What realm are those people in?"

"Third realm."

"It seems that they are not strong people from the Great Yu court, otherwise they would never send third realm."

The hunchbacked old man was relieved and snorted: "You can't resist several third realms, what do you do?"

"Their methods are quite weird." The believer said with sweat.

"?"

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

You are a member of the Demon Cult!

"How weird? Explain clearly, otherwise I will use you to make medicine!"

"The first one to use the Broken Sword had an old man behind him. At first, the brothers thought it was some strange divine will, but the old man left his body and killed several third realm brothers with a big sinus."

"It sounds like the ghost-controlling and exorcism technique of the Sin Tomb..."

The Yin-Yang Taoist nun said.

"The second one sat there, motionless, letting the brothers beat him, and the wounds were transferred to the people who attacked him."

"Then why did you beat him?"

"That bald donkey cursed so badly!"

The believers were indignant, and they gritted their teeth when they thought about it.

"There was also a poisoner behind him, and he ran fast. Several brothers finally caught him, but after a few moves, they were all poisoned!"

"The last one used sword skills, only one move from beginning to end, but it was like Wuchang was asking for his life, and the sword must be stained with blood..."

"The Wuchangtie who was killed by Xiyulou the next day, has his successor been born?"

The hunchbacked old man finally had someone who could see through his origins.

But he was even more surprised.

"Why did Xiyulou wade into the muddy water of our Summoning Demon Sect?"

"That group of killers will do anything if they are paid enough, it's not surprising." The male Taoist nun regained her calmness.

Tan Zhu snorted coldly: "If you can't stop the impermanence sticker, don't you know to temporarily avoid the sharp edge and slowly surround and kill? Idiot."

"We alsoThat's what I thought. "

The believer was very upset: "But the swordsman suddenly rode on the poisoner. One of them had a fierce sword technique and the other was as fast as the wind. We couldn't catch him, and we couldn't beat him! Even the helmsman of Neijing is dead!"

"......"

A man rode on...a man?

What kind of weird fighting method is this?

"Hmph, no matter which way you come from, if you dare to cause trouble on my land, you can only be refined into a great medicine!"

The pressure from the outer scene was released, and the surrounding stone walls seemed to have turned into flesh and blood, filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The flesh on the old man's body squirmed, and he didn't walk through the corridor, but stepped into the flesh and blood wall.

........

The ground hundreds of meters away, the sun was gradually setting, and the earth was covered with a quiet fire color.

"This place should be secluded enough. "

In front of the deserted and dilapidated temple, Ying Bing came from the outskirts of the city, with a cold expression, holding the body-disaster jade in her hand.

She survived the heavenly tribulation and even the immortal tribulation.

It shouldn't take much time to control the body-disaster jade.

It should be evening by then.

I can use Gong Chanjuan to contact Li Mo and ask him to pick me up.

Rubbing the big-headed doll for a while, Ying Bing adjusted her state to the best.

No one could have thought of it.

Calm and cool as Fairy Han, who is a god, is not afraid of the heavenly tribulation, but is worried about not being able to find her way back at night.

She is also worried that he will come to find her at some point...

Buzz——

A purple lightning pattern lit up on the body-disaster jade. She chose the most common thunder tribulation.

The originally clear sky quickly became gloomy, with dark clouds covering the sky and strong winds.

The rolling thunder light was brewing and accumulating in the clouds, like a winding thunder snake, and the destructive aura was getting heavier.

"Is the first tribulation so strong?"

A touch of bright jade gauze flowed on Ying Bing's skin, and she squinted her phoenix eyes slightly.

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PS: Sprinkle flowers in the 500th chapter, hey